Guys, how great is this! Hottie on the Beach one-shots! But they aren't really one-shots. Cause I don't like one-shots. And Tori and I decided to call them "The Collection of the Best One-Shots That Aren't One-Shots."

But you don't need to read Hottie on the Beach to understand what's going on. Here's a summary- Tori and James are dating. Wow! Well technically, any of them after January, which will be most of them, they're engaged. Unless I say so otherwise. Probably not.

In no way at all are these supposed to be in chronological order or anything. They are just completely random ideas that come up at the most random times (e.g. during enrichment in a Spanish classroom.)

I will take requests, but guys, you know how I work. Keep it wholesome and clean please or I will not write it. The first four are ideas that I've had for a while, except for chapter four, which was sparked today.

Anyway, this is chapter one, obviously, and yes, I am quite aware I used a little piece of this in chapter thirteen, I believe? But disregard that- this is totally different.

Oatmeal

It was around midnight, on a random Tuesday in February. James and I were sitting at the kitchen table, in the dim light of the apartment, eating oatmeal.

He was sitting across from me, eating his cinnamon apple oatmeal contently, looking down at the table that was scattered with tons of papers, some scripts for James, some songs, and others being just random papers that may or may not be important.

But, James was also shirtless. Why? I didn't quite know. I knew he liked to sleep shirtless, the theory of that being unknown, and I honestly found it quite odd. But hey, if a hottie like James didn't want to have a shirt on, that was not a problem for me.

James was still staring down at the table, maybe studying lines, but who thinks after midnight?

"James?" I said, waving my hand in front of his face. He looked up from where his eyes were glued at, and up at me. "Hi."

"Hi?" he said.

"You seemed very lost," I told him.

"No. Not lost. Just thinking." I shot him a skeptical look, but dropped it.

And, being me, when given the perfect opportunity for a laugh, I took it. So, I picked up my spoon, which was heaping with lukewarm oatmeal, and flung it at James. It landed right on his gorgeous face, and he squealed.

Sometimes, he acted just like James Diamond, which always made me roll my eyes.

"Tori! Oatmeal face? What's wrong with you!" I laughed a little as some of the oatmeal fell from his cheek to his bare chest.

"Don't admit it's not good for your complexion. You gotta have clear skin with all those girls ogling at you," I said, the ending sounding a little bitter, my eyes averting down to the old Big Time Rush script in front of me.

It was for "Big Time Love Song," which was Katelyn's first episode, and James got this really weird allergic reaction and I did not enjoy seeing his face look that bad. Well, it didn't look bad, he never would, but it was just…different.

"But I'm not ogling at them," he said.

"Yeah, but I'm sure you look at them," I admitted, all my self-confidence going down the drain in this one moment.

"Tor," James said softly.

"What?" I asked flatly, not even knowing why I started this whole thing, playing with the edge of the papers next to me. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see James giving me a stern look.

"I don't care about them. I mean, I do because they're my fans. But I don't care about them the way I care about you," he said. I looked up at him slowly, and he was looking at me, his face and voice filled with sincerity. "I don't look at them the way I look at you. I don't talk to them the way I talk to you."

"And you're saying all this while shirtless," I said slowly, smiling.

"Is that making you not believe me?"

"Of course not. It's just kind of…odd. Why are you shirtless anyway?" I asked.

"Because I sleep shirtless?" he said, confused.

"Duh. But why?"

He didn't respond for a moment, instead wiping the probably sticky oatmeal off his face and chest. He crumpled up the napkin and set it next to his bowl.

"You just wasted perfectly good oatmeal," I said, dead serious. "Oatmeal costs money."

"Yeah, and so do diamonds," he said, and I looked at him, puzzled. He nodded toward my left hand, more so to my ring finger, which was, of course, ringless. "Why are you not wearing your ring?"

"I already told you," I said. "It was just a little too big, so I was getting it resized."

"Oh, right," he said, pretending to be upset. "Of course. You hated it."

"Shut up," I said. "I loved it."

"I'm sure." James looked down at his bowl, which still had some oatmeal left in it. "Why are you even eating oatmeal at midnight?"

"Why are you eating oatmeal at midnight?" I retorted. He laughed.

"Because you were making some!" he said dramatically.

"And why are you up at midnight?"

"Why are you up at midnight?" was James rebuttal.

"Well, to start with, you fell asleep on me," I said.

We were sitting in bed at around ten thirty, well, James lying next to me, and I was sitting up, leaning against the headboard, but we were talking about what a long day it had been, and he just dozed off right in the middle of the conversation.

"And second, I couldn't fall asleep because you were snoring," I added, leaning back in my chair and crossing my arms.

Yeah, that's right. James Maslow snores.

"I do not snore," he said, pointing at me.

"You should really watch that pointing. It's quite rude. And yes you do. How would you know anyway? Dude, you're asleep," I said.

"Fine. I'll take it," he said, accepting my answer.

"Good," I said, then picked up my now empty bowl and took it to the kitchen and put it in the sink.

James followed close behind, and the dim light in the kitchen made his gray sweatpants look bright and his skin tanner than it usually is.

"Now that we've eaten oatmeal and had a nice heart to heart chat, I'm going to bed," I announced.

James leaned down and kissed me softly for a moment, and I could taste the oatmeal on his lips. He pulled away and smiled and I smiled back, then he wrapped his arms around my neck, pulling me in for a tight hug. I wrapped my arms around his mid-section, smiling at the sweet and heartfelt moment in the middle of the kitchen, in the middle of the night.

"I love you Tor," he whispered, kissing my head.

"I love you too James," I whispered back.

He pulled away a moment later, and kissed me again, quickly again before I headed for the bedroom.

"Night gorgeous," James said. I rolled my eyes.

"Night Mr. Washboard abs," I said back, even though James hated that. I didn't know why, he just didn't like it when someone said washboard abs off the show.

"Shut up," he teased, and I moved aside right before a spoon landed on the floor next to me.

I could not believe he just threw a spoon at me. What a jerk!

"Pick up that spoon!" I called as I lay down in bed, pulling the dark tan covers over me. A moment later, I heard a drawer slam shut, and I rolled my eyes.

"The spoon is picked up!" James called.

A few minutes later, I heard the door shut, and I could hear James' feet on the carpet, then the bed dipped slightly as he lay down next to me. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me close, his skin radiating warm heat. I was half asleep and only laughed softly in response before cuddling up in his warmth, barely smelling the oatmeal on his skin before falling asleep.

So, chapter one complete! REVIEW PLEASE! :)